Riza tried to make a point of not being a hermit most days. It was harder in the colder weather when all she wanted to do was bundle down into her blankets and ignore the problems this place brought with it. The hunting trip had made her feel more alive than she had in awhile, probably because they had actually been out accomplishing something useful. It wasn't that she didn't try to make herself useful here, it was just more difficult sometimes to see the immediate results or the bigger picture.
That being said, she had been gone for a long time and felt like since they were all mostly stuck in the inn anyway it was best to start learning more about the people she was living with. She at least knew most names and faces, even those that had moved in while she'd been gone for those two weeks, but if she really wanted to get to know the others she was going to have to stop being so reclusive. Riza made her way downstairs to see who was around and to see what was going on.
As usual, the downstairs area was warm thanks to a well-stocked fire place. Riza looked around at the mostly empty inn before her eyes fell on a man sitting by the fire place. Bucky, if she remembered correctly, and he was either tying knots for hunting or playing with the cat. Honestly it was hard to tell since he appeared to be moving his foot purposefully for the cat to chase the shoestrings while he looped a knot around his fingers; his amusement was apparent even from where she stood.
She'd never been much of a cat person, but watching the man playing with the cat made her homesick for her dog all the same. She could easily picture sitting at her table cleaning a gun while Black Hayate sat at her feet. After awhile those brown eyes and a soft whine would force her hand and she'd set the gun aside, pick up a small rubber ball, and toss it into the next room. Black Hayate would pounce after it, giving Riza enough time to reassemble the gun and turn her full attention to her pet. Other times, if she was really needing to work instead of play, she would place a bowl of food to distract the dog long enough to get her work done. Although even then, nine times out of ten, Riza would still be distracted and stand with her arms crossed watching her best friend scarf down a bowl of food.
She hated how these things always seemed to hit her at the worst time. Luckily, Riza was pretty good at keeping her composure. Homesickness was nothing new. She sighed and crossed over to the fireplace, "If you really need to get that done you might do better to distract her with food as opposed to your boot laces."
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That being said, she had been gone for a long time and felt like since they were all mostly stuck in the inn anyway it was best to start learning more about the people she was living with. She at least knew most names and faces, even those that had moved in while she'd been gone for those two weeks, but if she really wanted to get to know the others she was going to have to stop being so reclusive. Riza made her way downstairs to see who was around and to see what was going on.
As usual, the downstairs area was warm thanks to a well-stocked fire place. Riza looked around at the mostly empty inn before her eyes fell on a man sitting by the fire place. Bucky, if she remembered correctly, and he was either tying knots for hunting or playing with the cat. Honestly it was hard to tell since he appeared to be moving his foot purposefully for the cat to chase the shoestrings while he looped a knot around his fingers; his amusement was apparent even from where she stood.
She'd never been much of a cat person, but watching the man playing with the cat made her homesick for her dog all the same. She could easily picture sitting at her table cleaning a gun while Black Hayate sat at her feet. After awhile those brown eyes and a soft whine would force her hand and she'd set the gun aside, pick up a small rubber ball, and toss it into the next room. Black Hayate would pounce after it, giving Riza enough time to reassemble the gun and turn her full attention to her pet. Other times, if she was really needing to work instead of play, she would place a bowl of food to distract the dog long enough to get her work done. Although even then, nine times out of ten, Riza would still be distracted and stand with her arms crossed watching her best friend scarf down a bowl of food.
She hated how these things always seemed to hit her at the worst time. Luckily, Riza was pretty good at keeping her composure. Homesickness was nothing new. She sighed and crossed over to the fireplace, "If you really need to get that done you might do better to distract her with food as opposed to your boot laces."